I'll just take a red stripe, thanks

The other night Luther and Moxie had some guests over. We call them our friends, but really, the dogs are the stars of the show. They demand it with their charm and heavy cuddling. We spent a few hours hanging out, listening to music, talking, and playing music. It was quite pleasant. After the guests left M took it upon herself to drink their unfinished beer. So at 0130 I'm chasing my dog around who has a giant beer can in her mouth which is conveniently upside down and dribbling all over the floor. It was too funny to be mad about. You also might ask, is it normal for your dogs to crave beer? The answer is yes, unfortunately. They wait for the spills, they occasionally create the spills. It's as though if they see us eating or drinking something they just know it must be good. Plus, Scott confessed later, that he had put a little bit in a bowl for her to taste just minutes before the appropriation of the Red Stripe. Hooray beer!